Saturday morning, windowsill sitting
Calendars full, its time to start walking
With a cynical ear, I say what's best
With everything I'll leave, what'll be left
With these very high stakes
I don't know how I'll get any sleep
Going through & all across states
Covet nostalgia, I know I'll keep
Listening to these childhood tapes
Catching a flight, I've waited all night
My hometown waves, she says good luck
I'll miss her I know, but this is whats right
Seeing city lights, and feeling starstruck
Believe it or not I've still got that seed of doubt, though shrinking now
I see it fading out
With these very high stakes
I don't know how I'll get any sleep
Going through & all across states
Covet nostalgia, I know I'll keep
Listening to these childhood tapes
With these very high stakes
I don't know how I'll get any sleep
Going through & all across states
Covet nostalgia, I know I'll keep
Listening to these childhood tapes